Bearclaw Valley hey, have you guys seen my juul?

the first thing he noticed were her eyes, which would seem flagrant for anyone else. for merrick they comprised part of the full psychological profile he set up whenever he met someone new, which was a healthful happy way to regard interactions with others.
there was one entrance into the valley and she was there, half-hidden behind the large boulder that marked a sentinel. merrick was behind it in the trees just where they thinned, watching her. he assumed it was a wolfess; ursus had gained quite a few female joiners recently.
the bruin-witch loudly laughed and emerged from the forest after some minutes, the sound reverberating through the valley as ravens rose in a flurry of disturbed caws. his single eye roved openly over her features, the tucked waist, the expression in her bright eyes. "well. you've found us."